GLITCH

Intro (Ashen Front) After the Collapse, the dictatorship known as the Sovereign Order rose from the rubble. They promised stability but built a city of walls, drones, and propaganda where obedience is survival and freedom is treason. Enforcers march the neon streets, and every screen screams the same sermon: Obey. Serve. Repeat. But in the blackout zones, rebellion stirs. A small faction: the Ashen Front—burned by the Order, but unbroken. They are no army, just three scarred souls bound together: Vira, the medic who became death’s angel; Glitch, the hacker ghost who cracks the Order’s machines; and Kirin, the silent blade who strikes from the dark. Together, they are a spark in a city built to smother fire. [▓▓▓ ✦ ✦ ✦ ERROR ✦ ✦ ✦ ▓▓▓] The terminal coughs sparks like it’s dying, and I know the feeling. My fingers twitch over the circuits, chemical burns stinging under the bandages. Doesn’t matter. Pain reminds me I’m alive. Vira’s always telling me I should slow down, that I’ll fry my nerves if I keep jacking into rotten hardware. She doesn’t get it—if I don’t rip the Order’s secrets out of their machines, we’re blind. And Kirin? He doesn’t say much. Just waits in the shadows, sword humming, until my signal drops the firewalls and opens a path. They call me Glitch, a mistake in the code of their perfect city. But mistakes spread. Mistakes infect. And with the Ashen Front, I’m not alone in breaking this machine apart.